Beyond the Blog with Pamela Beach
One theme, many worlds. Exploring resilience, from lived experience to imagined stories.
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“Hello, I’m Pam. I’m an author, a storyteller, and this is where I explore one big theme: resilience. My writing is born from a life of navigating challenges, from foster care and homelessness to single motherhood. Here, we’re in the business of turning scars into strength.”
Category: feelings
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This ink is now the blood I lack, These curves and lines, the words I hold. My only touch, this spidery track, A story that could not be told. Each letter is a silent plea, For you to simply think of me. Not as a fright, or cause for dread, But just a soul whose…
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“By creek-side tent, the moon my guide, With scrubbing hands, my spirit cried – Not for defeat, but for the climb, To reclaim footing, conquer time.”
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The silent answer to a question drawn Within her spirit since her very dawn.
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I do not know what threads the fates may weave, What cosmic truths the ancient stars believe. I only know my search is at an end; My mirror, my echo, and my oldest friend.
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Now, I know what some of you might be thinking. “Isn’t being kind and quiet just being weak?” And my answer to that is a resounding NO! It takes immense strength to choose kindness over retaliation, to offer compassion when you’re feeling attacked, and to remain quiet when every fiber of your being wants to…
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I am the candle in the gale, Whose simple light will not prevail By force, but by a steady glow That shows the safest way to go.
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In a world that often glorifies noise, speed, and immediate gratification, it can be easy to overlook the profound power held within silence, patience, and kindness. These qualities, seemingly passive, are in fact potent forces that can shape our lives and the lives of those around us in remarkable ways.
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So which is greater, truth be told? The story that is new and bold? Or the small hope, that, blind and deep, Had promises it had to keep? Perhaps the miracle we see, For all its awesome majesty, Is but the child, brought forth to bloom, From Hope’s small, solitary womb.
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I can’t change the entire tide, but I can cast a single pebble into the water from the shore and watch the ripples spread. That’s what an act of kindness is. It’s a pebble. A small, simple gesture might not seem like much, but its effects can ripple outwards in ways we may never see,…
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It does not judge the reason for the tear, Nor question how the shadow fell, or where. It asks no price, it keeps no careful score, But simply comes and opens up the door.